Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

Xie Wang slept in the noisy classroom all day. At 5:30 pm, the school bell rang on time.

The entrance to Jiangcheng No. 1 High School was instantly blocked by a convoy of luxury cars. Porsches, Mercedes-Benzes, and BMWs lined up in a long queue, waiting to pick up those high-achieving students and take them home.

Xie Wang, carrying a shoulder bag and pulling his hat down low, skillfully turned into an old alley behind the school, avoiding the crowds.

This is a blind spot for surveillance cameras, and also his shortcut back to "Happiness Community".

He walked slowly, heavy metal music playing in his headphones, his face showing his usual numbness and exhaustion.

He stayed up all night taking orders last night and spent the whole day at school today. All he wants to do now is go back and catch up on his sleep.

As for the debt owed to that alcoholic old man, he had already transferred the money through the encrypted account this morning.

That vampire should be able to keep quiet for a while.

As Xie Wang walked deeper into the alley, he suddenly stopped.

The streetlights ahead were broken, and three shady-looking men stood at the dimly lit corner.

The cigarette butt flickered in the darkness.

"Hey, isn't this our top student Xie Wang?"

The man in the lead spat out his cigarette butt and stomped it out. He had a buzz cut, a hideous knife scar on his neck, and was swinging a retractable baton in his hand.

Scarface, the ringleader of loan sharks in the western part of the city.

Xie Wang took off his headphones, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool:

"The money has been transferred. Forty thousand, including principal and interest, not a penny less."

"Received it, I definitely received it."

Scarface grinned, his face crinkling with wrinkles, and slowly surrounded Xie Wang with two of his men, blocking his escape route. "I must say, you're quite capable, kid. You were complaining about being poor last night, and this morning you can produce tens of thousands of yuan. Where did you get it? Stole it? Or robbed it?"

"That's none of your business," Xie Wang said coldly. "Get out of my way."

"Don't rush off."

Scarface stretched out his baton and blocked Xie Wang's chest, his eyes greedily scanning Xie Wang's bulging backpack.

"The principal has been returned, but your brothers went to great lengths for you, making several trips for you. Don't you owe them a small token of appreciation for their hard work, the tea money, and the emotional distress they've caused over the past few days?"

He had just seen it; Xie Wang's tattered schoolbag was bulging, looking like it contained something.

Since this kid managed to get 40,000, he must have some extra money on him.

Xie Wang's eyes instantly turned cold.

The computer his mother left him was in his schoolbag.

There's also the 10,000 yuan that Su Qinghe gave me yesterday.

That was the young lady's "charity," and it was also his last remaining bottom line. He would rather burn the money than give it to these scumbags.

"I have no money." Xie Wang slung his backpack over his shoulder and put one hand in his pocket.

"No money?"

Scarface's expression changed, revealing his vicious nature. "No money? Trade your backpack! Hand over your backpack so I can inspect it! Let's get started!"

Two henchmen immediately pounced on him, reaching out to snatch Xie Wang's schoolbag.

"court death."

Xie Wang uttered two words in a low voice.

The next second, Xie Wang, the "good-for-nothing" who never fought back or talked back at school, disappeared.

"Bang!"

Without warning, a powerful punch, as fast as lightning, landed directly on the nose of the thug on the left.

A sickeningly loud cracking sound echoed through the alley.

The thug didn't even have time to scream before he knelt down, his face covered in blood.

"Damn! This kid dared to fight back? Cripple him!"

Scarface roared and swung his baton at him.

Xie Wang did not retreat but advanced.

He dodged the baton to the side, his movements as ruthless as a wolf cornered. He grabbed Scarface's wrist, twisted it sharply against his joint, and simultaneously slammed his knee into the man's abdomen.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

There are no fancy moves, only deadly techniques honed through street brawls.

Every move was aimed at vital points.

The alleyway was immediately thrown into chaos.

The dull thuds of punches landing, screams, and the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground were all mixed together.

……

at the same time.

The traffic light was red at the entrance of the alley.

A black Maybach was parked quietly in the traffic.

The car windows were covered with one-way vision film, blocking out the noise from outside.

In the back seat of the car, Su Qinghe leaned back wearily on the leather seat, holding a tablet computer and looking at the student council's reports.

"Miss, there's a bit of a traffic jam ahead. You might have to wait at two red lights," the driver said respectfully.

"Um."

Su Qinghe gave a faint reply and turned to look out the window, somewhat bored.

Outside the window was a dark and dirty alley.

Su Qinghe was about to look away when his gaze suddenly froze.

She saw Xie Wang.

Xie Wang, who was always sleepy-eyed at school, dared not dodge when teachers threw chalk at him, and could only swallow his anger when humiliated by Jiang Yue.

At that moment, he was standing on the chest of a burly man.

The burly man was still holding a baton, but his face was covered in blood, and he was groaning in pain on the ground.

Xie Wang's school uniform shirt had two buttons ripped open, revealing a few specks of blood on his collarbone—it was unclear whether it was his or someone else's.

He held the tattered schoolbag tightly with one hand, while casually wiping the bruise from the corner of his mouth with the other.

The dim yellow light from the streetlights shone on his face.

Those eyes held no warmth, only a chilling ferocity and brutality.

Like a wild beast that has just torn its prey apart.

He looked down and said something to the scarred man on the ground.

Su Qinghe couldn't hear it through the car window and the sound of rain.

But she could read his lips.

That mouth shape was—

"roll."

The three thugs, who were usually fierce and menacing, were actually terrified by his menacing aura and ran away while scrambling against the wall.

Su Qinghe watched this scene in shock, his fingers tightening slightly as he gripped the tablet.

My heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Is this the real Xie Wang?

Was that good-for-nothing who just loafed around all day an act?

Which one is the real him?

“Ding Di—”

The light turned green, and the cars behind started honking to urge them to hurry.

The Maybach started slowly and glided into the traffic.

Su Qinghe kept turning his head, his gaze fixed on the figure deep in the alley, until he could no longer see it.

……

In the alley.

Xie Wang had no idea that his every move had been observed.

He loosened his clenched fists, leaned against the rough wall, and took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

I took a deep breath, and the pungent smoke filled my lungs, slightly calming my churning blood.

"hiss……"

He touched the corner of his mouth; there was a cut there, and it hurt a little.

Thankfully, the backpack was alright.

He glanced down at the backpack in his arms, where the ten thousand yuan was still lying safely in the interlayer.

"You're really something, Xie Wang, risking your life for just ten thousand yuan."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly and exhaled a smoke ring.

He didn't want to cause trouble, but these people shouldn't have touched his backpack.

His mother left him a computer inside.

Whoever moves will die.

Xie Wang threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, put his worn-out headphones back on, put his hands in his pockets, and staggered out of the alley.

His back was lonely, yet his posture was ramrod straight.